27.9.09













































Praha

no customs checks
no cell signal

*

driven there downhill -
AAA taxi driver on alcohol

*

from his messy suitcase
Michael reads
an early novel
by the sad king of Czech literature

*

Louis asks
‘why not
describe everything backwards’
& answers
‘because it’s impossible’

*

to dream the impossible
palindrome

*

no souvenir cockroach
in the Franz Kafka boutique


*

five large Bubo owls
caged
at the national senate

*

skinheads on the 18 tram
to Petřiny

*

Plastic People of the Universe,
proto punk 1969

*

cháo khi gãp,
Vietnamese
at the local Trafika

*

at varying intervals
homeless people with grimy skin
rat through the same bin
in Wenceslas Square

*

I buy a book
about
Bohumil Hrabal























2 comments:

Paul said...

That is a cool kind of triple portrait poem, Pam. (And a little ekphrasic too haha, sorry.) Congratulations! on being included in Best Australian Poetry 2009 (ed Robert Adamson). It looks like a fantastic book and I will be going over it with a microscope.

alex90s said...

hello, I see that you are talking about this book: The Sad King Of Czech Literature - Bohumil Hrabal. Do you have this book in an electronic format? I really need this one for my paper, but the problem is I live in Romania and it is very expensive for me to buy it from another country. Please email me: ipohondru.de.pe.bega@gmail.com
Thanks